Three boys, gorgeous weather, it's a combination that doesn't lead to much computer time. Most emails have been answered at the playground, me hunched over trying to shade the screen so I can see those tiny little keys. Many phone calls ring, unanswered, in the house. And my blog. Here it sits. Patiently waiting for me to get to it. My followers, however, have not been as patient. Ahem. You know who you are.
To get me back into the swing of things, here's an easy topic that everybody loves. Food. I've been eating a lot of it. Here is the scoop on the local produce.
The produce here is fantastic. The veggies are great. Delicious, fresh, and a wide variety. I've eaten many greens that I've never seen before! But the fruit, oh my, the fruit...
Strawberry season was bliss. They were everywhere. The grocery store, corner market, backs of trucks, everyone had tons of these incredibly delicate, amazingly flavorful strawberries for sale. We couldn't get enough. I'm currently mourning the fact that strawberry season is so short. Thankfully we appear to be starting cherry season now. I purchased some from a guy with a truck full of cherries and they were amazing.
Also making a daily appearance at the corner produce market, grape tomatoes that taste like you grew them yourself.
And now a confession. I have never cared much for watermelon. I can hear you now..."Gasp. Is she really American?! This is sacrilege. She must hate toasting marshmallows over an open fire too!". Hear me out.
I have to admit, they look promising. Giant, heavy, beautifully skinned things, calling out to you from roadside stands all summer. They show up sliced and pink and juicy at every potluck, ready to weigh down your paper plate. I always fall for it. Call it hope. And then, the true test. A big mouthful...of disappointment. A mouthful of vegetable flavored slush peppered with bug-like seeds. Fooled again.
Until now. I viewed friends with skepticism when they raved about the delicious -albeit expensive- Korean watermelons. But could it be true? Hope remained in a tiny part of my heart that hadn't been crushed under the tasteless watermelons of summers past. Reluctantly I shelled over the cash and hauled a heavy melon home. And thus my life changed. Friends, did you know that watermelons can actually taste like something?! They can be sweet, juicy, wonderful things. A melon truly worthy of taking up half your plate at a BBQ. This is the watermelon that I was thrilled to introduce my boys to.
Oh, right, this is why kids always have to eat watermelon outside. |
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